Museums 3, 4 & 5

The first day in Vadsø, I drove back to Neiden and visited the Øst-samiske museum.  Curator Honna Havas has done a magnificent job putting together exhibits and planning this new museum despite multiple, frustrating set-backs to the museum's opening. Her enthusiastic love for her job and the Skolt Sámi people (referred to as the East Sámi or Øst-samiske in Norwegian, hence the museum's name) was both stimulating and infectious.

She made sure Heine Wesslin was there to talk with me.  Heine is a younger woman who lives and attends college in Northern Finland.  She also has a deep love for the Skolt people, collecting patterns and learning multiple handicrafts under the tutelage of Matleena Fofonoff, a master craftsman of the Skolt Sámi people. 

I enjoyed the drive to and from Neiden much more this second day, now that I had driven it once before and knew what to expect. 

 Øst-samiske museum in Neiden, Norway

The second day, I drove to Polmak, Norway, nestled next to the Finnish border on the Tana river, to visit the Tana museum. It is in an idyllic location, in a sheltered valley.  This is the traditional home to the River Sámi. The curator at this museum, Turid Lindi, arranged for several Sámi knitters to meet with me and share their projects.  What a joy to see their fine knitting, and hear our conversation translated from English to Norwegian to Sámi and back again.

Tana museum in Polmak, Norway

The knitting group in Polmak

I also popped in and chatted with curator Mia Krogh at the Varangerbotn / Sea Sami museum.  I had previously emailed with her, but forgot to tell her I would be in the area. She rose to the occasion and rustled up four pairs of mittens.  This pair, although not Sami, was particularly interesting with its history of being peddled door to door by a crazy old man years and years ago.  Now this pattern is associated with this region, and a region of Southern Sweden.  Very curious...

The last museum was the Vadsø museum itself. The curator here, Renate Martinussen, arranged the Knit Cafe to meet when I was there, and for me to do a presentation.  A lovely warm evening, I walked to the Knit Cafe, and enjoyed a lovely coffee and cake, warm conversation, and beautiful projects.

Renate and a wonderful knitter, Turi

a collection of local mittens

the international women's group joined us for the night

Next: my drive and time in the Sámi Norwegian political center city, Karasjok. 

Three Days in Vadsø

*This post is about a trip I took last month to northern Sweden, Finland, and Norway. This area is also called Sapmi.*

After Eeva flew home to Stockholm, I drove the two hours around the Varanger fjord to Vadsø. The drive near the water was beautiful.
At the SW corner of the fjord, the hills became higher, and it was evident the road had to be blown through the rock. Just inland, the land also looked more dessert-like. Up this far north, fir trees won't grow. Birch trees are everywhere, but they are not tall and stately up here. Just short and scrubby.

That last picture is the beautiful church at Nesseby, one of the few left standing in this whole Northern region after the Germans retreated during the winter of 1944.  The Russians were advancing just behind them, and so the Germans burned everything in their wake. 

As a former history teacher and history buff, I was well aware of this war tactic, but had always associated it with Poland and areas further South. In the States, we almost never hear news and history of Northern Europe. Well, this border between Russia and Norway was quite an important one. Germany invaded and took over the government of Norway early 1940, and Norway borders Russia all the way up here. In 1944 as the Germans retreated, very little was left standing as a result of this burn strategy -- NOTHING. In Inari, Finland, I was very seriously told that ONLY A SINGLE FENCEPOST was left after the Germans retreated. And, this was during cold months! 

The Germans had an outpost in Vadsø.  When the call came that the Russians were advancing, this German outpost had to hurriedly get to Varangerbotn (the mouth of the fjord), before they were stranded in the northern land mass.  As a result, there were a few structures left unburnt in this region, including this beautiful church. 

The church itself is located on a peninsula in the fjord.  The town is just a few streets north on the main road.  It is a sea Sámi community: one of the postcards I bought of the church includes interior shots with lots of Sámi bonnets. Fishing boats and fish drying racks are scattered among the houses in this town. Other information I read said there was a Sámi sacrificial area near where the church was built.  I'm not sure how this was discovered -- archeological digs? 

We interrupt this blog...

...as a very real part of life.   

In the past two weeks, my husband had foot surgery, my father-in-law had brain surgery, and my three school aged kids had Fall breaks, but not all at the same times. 

As of tomorrow, all three will be back to school, and life will continue -- as normal? At that time, I can continue with my story of my trip. 

A-hiking we will go!

*This post is about a trip I took last month* 

Later that day, I went for a walk along the Neiden river.   

Summer has been warm and long in Sapmi, the name for the northern parts of Norway, Sweden, Finland and the Kola peninsula of Russia -- the Sámi traditional homeland. At the end of the first week of September, fall was in full swing. Leaves were turning, there was a chill in the air in the morning.  The lingonberries and blueberries were ripe. 

Perfect time for a walk! 

The shoes I was forced to buy in Jokkmokk, because the airline lost my bag.

The Neiden river near Neiden, Norway

The Neiden river is important to the Skolt Sámi people.  St. Triphon, after killing his wife, wandered up this way and preached orthodoxy to the Sámi and blessed the water of the river. That was in the 1500s.  The Skolt Sámi still baptize in the river today. 

They also netted salmon hundreds of years ago.  It is still regarded as one of the best rivers in the region for salmon. 

The first red toadstool I've ever seen!  There were no smurfs underneath.

There were many more beautiful scenes which I could put here, but life intervenes. 

I walked back to the lodge.  Eeva and I had a nice last dinner together of reindeer, lingonberry sauce and vegetables. The Finnish cafe workers at this stua were very nice and pretty excited because this was the last weekend of the season. The next day, they went home to Ivalo. 

Mmmm. Reindeer!

The next day, we got up and tidied, ate a nice breakfast and went to the Kirkenes airport.  Goodbye, Eeva!  Hello adventure alone.